Sir Edwyn's Race

You speed along as fast as you can ahead on the road, looking for any sign of civilization; somewhere that might have a chirugeon, a folk healer, or anyone who might have some knowledge of healing and tonics. You ride and ride and ride until finally you see the edge of the forest line and a vast field, a few workers are planting wheat after the Spring thaw. One of them looks up at you, takes note but doesn't approach.

A small collection of hovels is across the field. A smoky plume rising up from one of the chimneys.

We are escorting the queen and need assistance! She has fell ill and cannot ride. She is running out of time. We also have been attacked on the road. I can assure you will be rewarded for your assistance! Come quickly